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joe blow & babytron - underdog lyrics

[intro: babytron]
ayy

[verse 1: babytron]
underdog, watch me steal the show, walk in, i’ma steal your ho
robber on the lootin’ side of things, he tryna steal your gold
better get to shootin’ with that b_tch or he gon’ steal your pole
i’m talkin’ take it off your waist and then steal your soul
you can’t fake the fake forever, sh_t, the real gon’ show
wish that i could sip the slow_mo fast ’cause i heal by pour
i’ma end up cuttin’ hands off, they try to steal my load
don’t get turned into an amputee
said he in militia like, come on, what type of stamp you see?
what type of pants you rockin’?
heard you got a pendant on the way, what typе of bands you droppin’?
be broke or be rich, i had two options
can’t you see which onе i chose? can’t you see which one i picked?
would’ve thought i hit the road, off the shroomies, this a trip
talkin’ ’bout some neiman marcus, he in zumiez for his ‘fit
b_tch talkin’ ’bout she broke, yhou got a coochie, just go trick
’cause i can’t help you, i’m selfish
it’s p_ssy in the room, sh_t, i smell it
c_ck the draco, fah_fah_fah, now it’s a hot potato
caught him rockin’ palm angels, how ironic
caught him rockin’ palm angels, how ironic that he got a halo
spent your last to get to mexico, now you ain’t got a peso
it’s a wrap if they want beef, you know i got the queso
when the ball dropped, i sipped wock’, not añejo
trxs vroom_vroom_vroomin’, these are not durangos
d_mn near melted, this sh_t got so hot, i had to stop and lay low
i’m in somerset, i only came to shop for play clothes
[verse 2: joe blow]
i’m in audemars with an ap on, i want another one
i used to didn’t f_ck with red bottoms, now in love with ’em
get under my umbrella in the cullinan, it come with one
this custom louis coat exclusive maded, it’s a one_of_one
you n_ggas bums, ain’t got more money than my youngest son
man, how you tryna hit my drank and you ain’t come with none?
this b_tch a stripper, got her b_tt, tits, and tummy done
backin’ up the back into the bank, i need a ton of ones
no jordan 1s, these is dior sneakers
i could’ve copped a h_llcat off of three, four features
b_tch, hit me with the choosin’ fee or there’ll be no more speakin’
i’m quick to line a rapper up and i don’t need no reason, i’m just greasy
hit my city, then you better be tapped in
i let my lil’ cousin rob all of my rap friends
just grabbed a dub from the club and that was the backend
you see me in the ghost, you know i f_ck with the packman
i’m from the bay and we don’t trick on a b_tch
just paid thirty_two hundred for a brick of some tris
i got this eighty_thousand audemars brick on my wrist
my cousin showed me he was up a hundred bip in the whip
it’s the young richie rich, b_tch, who richer than this?
i’m finna cop a richard mille just to sh_t on the b_tch
and tell the ho i like it sloppy, better spit on this d_ck
it’s joe blow and i’m the g.o.a.t., ’cause i’m as real as it gets, n_gga

- joe blow babytron lyrics

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